Through Thoughts/What Not’s
The overcast weather has been nothing but pleasure for me
From cold toe tips nipped at by grass
To smiles tossed around the mouth/brim of a wine glass
It seems to be that cold/heat and nature suits me
Though I must attest, I view life optimistically
Warm underneath my sleeves
Grey/Black Comfortability
I wish that distance wasn’t an issue for my visage of homogeneity
I accept it
Embrace
Fuck
Enlace
Then distance the soul from connections
Deemed childish as lego’s
Completely mis(interpreted)(represented)
Perpetual paper-airplane dream crushers
I am the emptied Faygo litre in the water drain on the corner
There to contribute but serve no purpose
Happy to do so
Every drop worth it.
I love you (who).
Part. Two
Who- as an inclusive all
I am an ocean
I accept every grain of salt
Dissolve this/it/I
Make love to this liquid until it becomes viscous
(I/We am/are them)
Until it/I tilt into vapour and more
Inhale my scents
I shall with yours
Condense and play my frets/taught hair and loss of breath
Presence and “lack of it”- my vessel and driver
Love is the fish that never has bit my lure.
Poem By: EggplatnEyes
